I close my eyes and inhale the scent trail that my wrist exudes. I am instantly back on vacation in Sicily, what a dreamy island.
It is early in the morning, before the July sun warms the air to over 30 degrees. I quickly throw on my white linen dress to enjoy this wonderful atmosphere during a walk. As I stroll through the streets of Catania, the air mingles with the scents from the market stalls. The vendors, gesticulating wildly, draw attention to their goods and offer all sorts of samples. The smell of freshly cut lemons cheekily makes its way into my nose. Inspired by these olfactory, visual, and also acoustic impressions, I look for a small street café to have breakfast. It is one of those picturesque cafés with ornate bistro furniture and little flowers on the tables. The lemony refreshment still lingers, mixing with the lavender stems on my table, when the scent of tobacco wafts over from the neighboring table. My seat neighbor is just stuffing his pipe and smiles at me kindly as he notices me turning towards him. Since the gentleman also seems to be alone, I invite him to join me at my table for breakfast. Positively surprised by the hospitality of a tourist, he comes over to my table. We order cappuccinos and croissants with honey, and while we eat together, communicating with hands and feet, we enjoy a beautiful view of Mount Etna, what an impressive sight. After breakfast, I bid farewell to the friendly gentleman, thank him for his time, and assure him that in life, you always meet twice. Happy about this beautiful morning, the impressions, the encounters, I head back to my accommodation and reflect on this intense time during a siesta. I try to imprint all these treasures, which cannot be captured photographically, in my memory, because who knows what they might be overshadowed by in the afternoon. In Sicily, you never know, because Sicily is always intense and alive.
Feenstaub7 4 years ago 